1 SWEET is the bliss of souls serene, 2 O could we learn that sacrifice, 3 We need not bid, for cloistered cell, 4 The trivial round, the common task, The Happiness of a Christian. 1 WHEN true religion gains a place, The sensual life subdued by grace, 2 The desert blooms in living green, 3 The storms of rugged winter cease, The frozen flowers revive; Spring blooms without, within is peace,— All nature seems alive. 4 O happy Christian, richly blessed! By God and man he stands confessed, 5 Substantial, pure, his every joy: C. M. 417. DODDRIDGE. "He that hath the Son hath life." 1 O HAPPY Christian, who can trust 2 He lives the life of heaven below, Eternal streams from Christ shall flow, 3 That life we ask with bended knee, That life obtained, for praise alone And, taught by blest experience, own C. M. 418. DODDRIDGE. Zeal and Vigor in the Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 2 A cloud of witnesses around 3 'T is God's all-animating voice 4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust. Christian Activity and Watchfulness. YE servants of the Lord, 2 Let all your lamps be bright, 3 Watch! 't is your Lord's command; And while we speak, he 's near: Mark the first signal of his hand, And ready all appear. 4 O happy servant he, In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, 1 AWAY, ye ceaseless doubts and fears, Wipe off, my soul, thy faithless tears, 2 Awake, my soul, to duty wake; Go pay the debt thou ow'st; Go forward, and the night shall break Around thee as thou go'st. 3 Swift fly the hours, and brief the time For action or repose; 4 Fast flits this scene of woe and crime, And soon the whole shall close. The evening shadows deeper fall, The daylight dies away: Wake, slumberer, at the Master's call, And work while it is day. C. M. 421. LONDON INQ. No Act without Influence. 1 SCORN not the slightest word or deed, There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, 2 A whispered word may touch the heart, A look of love bid sin depart, 3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell Nor what results enfolded dwell 4 Work, and despair not: bring thy mite, God is with all that serve the right, 8 & 7s. M. 422. WEST BOSTON COL. Be thou ready. 1 Be thou ready, fellow-mortal, In the toil and in the strife. Lure thy footsteps from the right; |